disco music and that strange summer job

When I first noticed the musical style called “disco” in the 1970’s, I thought it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. “thumpa-chunka-thumpa-chunka”, oh brother. I spent several years recoiling in revulsion every time I heard it.

As soon as I got my drivers license in the 70’s, I got a summer job at the airport cleaning and waxing private airplanes, like Cessnas and Beechcrafts. I always took a big ol’ honkin’ radio with me, and that’s when I noticed that awful disco shit coming on all the time.

After awhile, that feeling did a 180. There are not many things I like better. I still listen to disco almost every day. At times, it still brings on a craving for alcohol, or whatever, and the desire of thrashing about on a dance floor. 🕺